Poured Out

This is a poem of love in the midst of pain, which I see in the many blood donors in Orlando. Written for the many grieving in that city.
God bless,
Morgan

Poured Out

As we reel from a new blow
We can make no sense of the blistering shock
But we turn our hearts to showing
That the blood we poured out
Is greater than the hate you threw down.
Wrapping that donor line around and around
Because we are blood brothers, blood sisters.
This flows strong in our veins, singing oneness,
Shouting down division with what is deepest.
We give where you took
And in the mile long lines and the memorials,
The candles, flags, and mourning songs,
Love is flying in an arc of colors:
Promise after the storm.

Creative Commons License
Poured Out by Morgan Prettyman is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Tara
    Jun 16, 2016 @ 13:43:38

    Amen, Sister, Amen!

    Reply

  2. Duncan
    Jun 22, 2016 @ 11:48:50

    Excellent words in a time of desperate need for them. Great poem.

    Reply

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